Lord of the Mysteries

This can’t be right… How could Mr. Azik be the first in the so-called line of barons, Baron Lamud? This is a figure who lived fourteen or fifteen hundred years ago! No way, how can I be sure that the person in the portrait is the first Baron Lamud? Klein looked at the oil painting, his mind buzzing in confusion. It was like everyone around him had become monsters or a dream where the entire world was filled with gods.

He looked up and stared at the blond middle-aged man. He extended his hand to grab his revolver from his armpit holster and said in a deep voice, “This is not an antique. If you don’t clarify the situation, I will arrest you and charge you with fraud!”

He didn’t care if prosecution fell under the police department. His only goal was to threaten the man to get information!

At the same time, Klein clicked his left molars twice to activate his Spirit Vision. Then, he looked at his target’s emotional color changes.

The blond man jumped in fright and said in a panicked, muffled voice, “No, I’m not sure if it’s an antique either. No, I heard that it’s an antique, but I don’t know much about such things. I really have no idea. I don’t even know many words, yea—words.”

He eyes darted around anxiously, seemingly about to cry for help.

Just then, he saw Klein adjust his revolver’s cylinder and hammer. He looked as though he was going to shoot a suspect that resisted.

He suddenly stood straight and stopped looking around.

“Where did you get the oil painting?” Klein asked heavily.

The blond man’s lips quivered as he said with a fawning smile, “Officer, this is what my grandfather found in the ancient castle, more than forty years ago. An outer wall and the room on the second floor collapsed, revealing these items, items that people couldn’t find in the past. One of them was the oil painting. No, no, no, not this oil painting. The original oil painting was torn and couldn’t be preserved. So, my grandfather found someone to make a copy of the painting. Mm, the one you saw just now, I didn’t lie to you. An oil painting from forty years ago could really be considered as an antique…”

“Are you sure that this is the portrait of the first Baron Lamud?” Klein stroked the trigger and made sure the man’s gaze didn’t move an inch.

The blond man chuckled and said, “I’m not sure, but I’m guessing so.”

“Reason?” Klein nearly laughed at the man’s shamelessness.

“Because there wasn’t any labels on the oil painting,” the blond man replied seriously for once. “Just like I’m called the Scoundrel Gray, my father is called the Curly-Haired Gray, and only my grandfather was the real Gray.”

Klein exhaled silently and asked, “Where’s your grandfather?”

“In the cemetery, he’s been buried there for almost two decades. Next to him is my father who was buried three years back,” the blond man answered honestly.

After Klein asked a few questions from different angles, he adjusted the cylinder in front of the blond man and put it back into his armpit holster.

He put away his police identification and turned around in his black windbreaker before walking towards the motel with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He walked quietly along the street underneath the dim light that was shining out from the houses that lined both sides of the street.

Baron Lamud… I wonder if the town has the

a person from the past, at least a

to Mr. Azik. Is this what we

in other universities in Backlund

as, the man in the portrait is Mr. Azik and Mr. Azik is

felt a jolt. He nearly

forth around a damaged gas street lamp and tried to incorporate his knowledge from the world of information

as being a vampire.

When has there ever been a

could clearly feel his body temperature and the fresh blood that

the heat of the South, he isn’t afraid of the sun. He once competed in a rowing competition with other teachers under the

his various dreams, can I presume that he loses his memory as part of a cycle? Every few decades, he forgets his past and gains new life. Then, his dreams are the lives that he has lived before… Heh heh, I think I’ve read something like that before

I have to look for the traces of the

towards his latter guess. However,

reined in his chaotic thoughts and considered carefully whether he should inform Captain Dunn about

a Beyonder that lived for a thousand years, his ability would be

would be hard to say if

Azik has been nice to me all this time. To involve the

in the world above the gray fog. This is

decision and returned to the

yet to return, he seized the opportunity to get another room at

wall with the assistance of Holy Night Powder. Then, he took four steps

stood tall and silent while the ancient, mottled bronze table and twenty-two high chairs

made a

up the pen and wrote seriously: “I should tell Dunn Smith

topaz pendant from his left sleeve

resulted in the pendulum spinning counterclockwise,

decided to make an attempt with dream divination,

result of hiding matters related to

the goatskin, recited the statement seven times silently, and leaned backwards to enter a deep

He saw that

a hand that extended and pulled him up from the blood sea. The owner of the hand was Azik with bronze

he was in a dark and gloomy emperor’s